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| Watercolor painting © Beatrice Bork |
Whilst on the wing
Hovering over sixty beats a second
I glance for food
Taking both nectar and insects
Even sugar solution sometimes
Nimble and swift am I
Eventually sitting for a moment
Checking out my surroundings
Keen to defend my territory
Even against my own kind
Diving and displaying my immaculate feathers
Justly, I am a site to behold
Attracting most of the attention
Certainly, the birders grasp at my magnificence
Once this beautiful island was named after us
By their fore fathers
It was called “Iere”, Land of the Hummingbirds
Nowadays it is known as Trinidad, and we are still being revered
Taking both nectar and insects
Even sugar solution sometimes
Nimble and swift am I
Eventually sitting for a moment
Checking out my surroundings
Keen to defend my territory
Even against my own kind
Diving and displaying my immaculate feathers
Justly, I am a site to behold
Attracting most of the attention
Certainly, the birders grasp at my magnificence
Once this beautiful island was named after us
By their fore fathers
It was called “Iere”, Land of the Hummingbirds
Nowadays it is known as Trinidad, and we are still being revered
© Denise Etienne
This is a sneak preview of our collaborative effort on our book which features the Birds of Trinidad and Tobago, as well as poetry.
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